If you were in a fight, would you choose a knife or a poolstick?
Imagine. You're sitting in a bowling alley, playing some pool, when I approach you, speaking "fightin' words." (for formality's sake we resemble each other in size and strength) After you talk back with some words of your own, I reach into my pocket and grab a knife, pointing it at you. Your only weapon is the one you've been playing with all night-- your poolstick. But do you really think you could beat me with that thin stick of wood? I'm sure you could bat me once or twice while i was charging, but after sustaining at least one hit, i'd already be much too close for you to gain momentum or power with the poolstick, and I would be right in range for a quick stab. That was over quick, wasn't it? Not to mention, if you swing at me with that oversized twig i'll just use the knife to deflect the blow, and truthfully, you only get one chance with a swing if I am running at you. To think that one poolstick thwack would incapacitate me for the rest of the fight is rediculous. With my speed, power, and endurance matched to yours, I would definitely win with a knife.
It was just a normal night at Allie’s house—us hanging out in her basement, watching movies, and eating snacks. We were munching on some Pringles and then we both realized, there was only one pringle left in the can. We both shoved our hands into the can and got into a verbal fight over this amazingly delicious chip. Allie started to go crazy, for her favorite chips were Pringles, and whipped out a knife! I was so scared; I jumped away and ran for her pool table. I grabbed a pool stick and started waving it around like a madman; I mean we all know who’s going to win this fight, ME! I mean, the pool stick is longer, which allows me to reach her faster and it was MUCH heavier than a stupid knife. I started to put my taekwondo technique into the mix and I used the pool stick as a jong bong—I went Jackie Chan on her butt. I swung and she kept lunging at me, I was beginning to become super scared. I then noticed that she had left the pringle can unattended, I ran towards her and used the pool stick as a pole vault stick and flung myself over her and the knife. I ran towards the can and shoved the pringle in my mouth. The moral of this story is, if you are ever in a fight over the last pringle—always choose a pool stick!
When I want to bust up some brains, all I need is a pool stick and it's over, as simple as that, no one can touch me. If you think you're "jacked" and can take on anyone, I'll grab my pool stick and humiliate you. You'll be lying on the ground, crying, and will not be able to move, all within two minutes, I promise you. You know what? I'll even let you have a knife and I'll still destroy you. Even better, you still will not be able to rattle me or touch me whatsoever, thats how confident I am. And after that you'll be wayyyyyy to embarrassed to show your face around town anytime soon. It's basically a lethal weapon to let me have a pool stick in a fight, it's just not fair. So my advice to anyone getting into a fight, that involves weapons, is to always choose a pool stick over a knife. And one more thing, just remember don't come across me when I have a pool stick because ME + POOL STICK=YOUR DEATH.
In a fight between two equal opponents, the person with the knife would definitely win. Now there are many ways to show that he or she using a knife would win such as... a knife is sharp. A pool stick is not sharp, it is dull. A knife can cut someone open and make them bleed…a lot... all over the place. Sure, the pool stick has a long length, but ONCE that knife gets around the pool stick, he or she is done chopped and screwed. Like this one time, I got in a fight with this one guy for doing this one thing to me. I whipped out my knife and he conveniently had a giant pool stick. I ran up to him and took a blow in the gut from the pool stick. I guess it kind of hurt, but not really. Then I got up and stabbed the jerk in the leg. He fell to the ground bleeding, no big deal. Want to know what happened next? No, you don’t want know what happens next, but I’m going to tell you anyways. I proceeded by grabbing his head, stabbing him six times in the forehead. Then I carved out his left eye, just his left eye, and munched on it, gross. Afterward, I engraved my name on his bloody corpse, just a little messed up right? So yeah the story goes on with me taking his body and tossing it into a fire, but my point is…a knife will tear a pool stick a new one in every way possible…basically.
One day, my two friends and I were playing cards on a fine summer afternoon. One of my friends said, “If you were in a fight, would you choose a knife or a poolstick?” My one friend said a knife because you can instantly kill the opponent with one jab. My other friend said a poolstick because you can hurt the opponent without getting too close to them. This discussion grew into a huge argument. They started yelling and arguing like little school girls and it was driving me insane. After a half an hour of fighting, they both looked at me and asked, “Who do you think would win?” I was so fed up that I took out my gun and shot them both point blank in the face and said, “I win”.
When someone says the word pool stick the vision of a long narrow wood stick comes to mind. Usually this tool is quite handy for shooting balls into pockets during a leisurely game of pool with friends. While it is rare, there may be a night when your pool opponent becomes your archenemy in a life-threatening brawl. Without notice your friend (now opponent) runs to the kitchen for a knife leaving you to look around the room for a weapon of choice. Ahh ha! A pool stick! It's sturdy to overcome their weak knife slashes yet long enough to give you some distance. Unfortunately, all your knowledge of self-defense comes from the movies Kung Fu panda and the Karate Kid. Therefore your technique is not the greatest, but the trusty pool stick stands strong in the battle. After a few long minutes of fighting this late night pointless battle you have your opponent cornered with your pool stick resting on his adam’s apple. With one thrust on your part he could be goner. Before you have the chance to win this brawl once and for all your opponent falls asleep in mid sentence. I guess the true winner will never be known, but I think its safe to say the pool stick would have clearly won.
If I were in a fight, I would choose a pool stick all the way. It can be used in multiple and different ways, giving defense and strength. A person wont put too much damage on the opponent, so it will be very useful for self defense and to beat the heck of him or her. A pool stick is long and sturdy, and can be used from far distances, while a knife is short and just goes straight to the point---no fun in that! A pool stick is great! Hit the opponent on the head, he or her will get the point like that. A knife would be over the top because that person would get really hurt and even worse---killed. A knife can even make matters worse, by hurting the person thats trying to whack at the opponent.
On the streets of Anger Ave, two men of equal strength are caught in a pickle. They are fighting about nothing of substance, but fighting nonetheless. The begin to draw a crowd of other angry people storming down Anger Ave. These bystander s began to build bleachers on the side of the road to watch this dispute between the two angry men. When the fight begins to spiral out of control, one man grabs a freshly sharpened knife from the convenient knife store located conveniently to the left of the scene of the fight. The other furious man sprints into a local restaurant and retrieves a brand new pool stick right out of an eight year old boy’s hand. When they both return, the fight begins, people cheering and taking sides as to who will win this vicious brawl. The knife man lunges forward in a failed attempt to stab the pool stick man. The pool stick man spins five hundred miles per hour, extending the pool stick just far enough out to hit the knife man right in the stomach. The knife man stands back up and, once again, attempts to stab the pool stick man. However, the pool stick man whacks the other man’s arm causing the knife to rocket into the air, leaving him unarmed. Needless to say, the pool stick man was awarded the battle crown.
If I were in a fight, with an opponent of equal strength, I would choose a well-chalked pool stick over a freshly sharpened knife. I know this sounds crazy, but those pool sticks do work. With a range of 6-8 feet and quickness comparable to William Henry Harrison’s stay in the White House, the pool stick is the best option. Yeah, getting stabbed wouldn’t be too fun, but with a pool stick blow to the head, the ball would soon be in your hands, kind of like when Jake Delhomme tries to throw a slant. Besides, it would be way better to tell your crew of bros that you beat some goon up with a pool stick rather that just saying, “O yea, I stabbed some guy, no big deal”. If Marius Pujanauski were to give some courses in pool stick defense, I doubt a ninja could take me down with that sharpened piece of metal. Now that this question has been raised, I plan on doing some hustling at the pool halls this weekend, just to learn a thing or two about pool stick combat. Knifes don’t scare people, pool sticks do.
Fists clenched, palms sweaty-- my poolstick almost slipping from my fingers tips. I look up all around and am almost deafened by the shrieking and cheering of the crowd. The Billiards Stadium is sold-out, all 30,000 seats. If that already wasn't enough pressure, I look across the red, rough felt field (a giant pool table hence the name Billiards Stadium) to get a glimpse of my opponent. Neil (no last name, like Madonna), was short, but stocky, and was a walking, talking, breathing muscle. Me, being a 5'2" scronny female, would appear to be no match to this guy; but what they do not know is that i have been an underground poolstick fighter champion for 5 years runing. Neil, sharpening his knife, could not stop smiling for he thought this was no contest; boy was he misunderstood. The whistle blew, and the battle began. Neil came running full speed ahead at me while I just sat and waited for his first move. He went straight for the heart, but that was hardly a problem for me. Although we may not be of equal strength (which is uncommon for these types of fights), we were of equal passion. The winner won a million dollars and the loser, won death. I whipped out my pool stick and with a flick of a stick easily tossed the knife out of Neil's grasp, and he was all mine. It was all over. one gab and he was gone. The crowd cheered for what seemed like hours and I basked in my glory. I'm taking my money and going straight to the hall tonight. Ignorance is bliss-- a knife is a miss.
In a fight between two people of equal strength, a person with a knife would win over a person with a pool stick. A bar fight breaks out and one man wields a hunting knife and his opponent grabs the first weapon in sight: a pool stick. A pool stick is made of wood and is not very strong; the pool stick would break easily if it was used to strike someone while a knife is a dangerous weapon that can be very intimidating. Coming at the man with a pool stick, the man with a knife can stab or scratch his opponent while the pool stick can merely be used for weak defense. Hopefully by this point people would help break up the fight before the man with the knife got too carried away and anyone got seriously hurt. The man using a pool stick would realize he was completely foolish to think he could fight off a man with a knife while the man with a knife would vow never to drink heavily while carrying his knife in his pocket. The fight would end quickly because it was so completely stupid.
What happens when an unstoppable force hits an immoveable object? This age old question can only be answered in mortal kombat. In one corner we have Mustafa the albino squirrel wielding a knife; he is under the opinion that the knife representing the immoveable object will overcome anything. Now in the other corner is Chukky the made-fun-of-left-out-squirrel-for-having-a-lot-of-baby-fat-as-a-kid squirrel. He is sporting a pool stick and willing to give his life to win this debate. Refereeing this match-up is Mickey Mouse who can only call the end of the fight if one squirrel stops breathing. This fight begins with extremely vulgar squeaking between the two. Chukky charges, Mustafa holding his ground, and twirls the pool stick and hits Mustafa at the temple. Recovering, Mustafa takes and lunge at Chukky but is greeted with the butt end of the stick. Then, quicker than a flash, Mustafa lashes out and cuts off Chukky’s tail. Infuriated, Chukky breaks his pool stick in two, now having to shorter spears in each hand and impales Mustafa through the gut spewing blood everywhere. Before Chukky can land the killing blow however, Mustafa pulls out the stick and hurls it threw Chukky’s leg. Mustafa rushes in for the killer blow and sticks the knife into the jugular. Chukky wasn’t finished though and simultaneously sticks the other stick through Mustafa’s neck. Mickey Mouse ends the fight because both combatants are dead. Mickey, happy that there were no other witnesses, skips off back to his castle in Disney World with the knowledge that just as there never will be an answer to an unstoppable force hitting an immoveable, so too the world will never know the outcome of a pool stick versus a knife.
Imagine. You're sitting in a bowling alley, playing some pool, when I approach you, speaking "fightin' words." (for formality's sake we resemble each other in size and strength) After you talk back with some words of your own, I reach into my pocket and grab a knife, pointing it at you. Your only weapon is the one you've been playing with all night-- your poolstick. But do you really think you could beat me with that thin stick of wood? I'm sure you could bat me once or twice while i was charging, but after sustaining at least one hit, i'd already be much too close for you to gain momentum or power with the poolstick, and I would be right in range for a quick stab. That was over quick, wasn't it? Not to mention, if you swing at me with that oversized twig i'll just use the knife to deflect the blow, and truthfully, you only get one chance with a swing if I am running at you. To think that one poolstick thwack would incapacitate me for the rest of the fight is rediculous. With my speed, power, and endurance matched to yours, I would definitely win with a knife.
It was just a normal night at Allie’s house—us hanging out in her basement, watching movies, and eating snacks. We were munching on some Pringles and then we both realized, there was only one pringle left in the can. We both shoved our hands into the can and got into a verbal fight over this amazingly delicious chip. Allie started to go crazy, for her favorite chips were Pringles, and whipped out a knife! I was so scared; I jumped away and ran for her pool table. I grabbed a pool stick and started waving it around like a madman; I mean we all know who’s going to win this fight, ME! I mean, the pool stick is longer, which allows me to reach her faster and it was MUCH heavier than a stupid knife. I started to put my taekwondo technique into the mix and I used the pool stick as a jong bong—I went Jackie Chan on her butt. I swung and she kept lunging at me, I was beginning to become super scared. I then noticed that she had left the pringle can unattended, I ran towards her and used the pool stick as a pole vault stick and flung myself over her and the knife. I ran towards the can and shoved the pringle in my mouth. The moral of this story is, if you are ever in a fight over the last pringle—always choose a pool stick!
When I want to bust up some brains, all I need is a pool stick and it's over, as simple as that, no one can touch me. If you think you're "jacked" and can take on anyone, I'll grab my pool stick and humiliate you. You'll be lying on the ground, crying, and will not be able to move, all within two minutes, I promise you. You know what? I'll even let you have a knife and I'll still destroy you. Even better, you still will not be able to rattle me or touch me whatsoever, thats how confident I am. And after that you'll be wayyyyyy to embarrassed to show your face around town anytime soon. It's basically a lethal weapon to let me have a pool stick in a fight, it's just not fair. So my advice to anyone getting into a fight, that involves weapons, is to always choose a pool stick over a knife. And one more thing, just remember don't come across me when I have a pool stick because ME + POOL STICK=YOUR DEATH.
In a fight between two equal opponents, the person with the knife would definitely win. Now there are many ways to show that he or she using a knife would win such as... a knife is sharp. A pool stick is not sharp, it is dull. A knife can cut someone open and make them bleed…a lot... all over the place. Sure, the pool stick has a long length, but ONCE that knife gets around the pool stick, he or she is done chopped and screwed. Like this one time, I got in a fight with this one guy for doing this one thing to me. I whipped out my knife and he conveniently had a giant pool stick. I ran up to him and took a blow in the gut from the pool stick. I guess it kind of hurt, but not really. Then I got up and stabbed the jerk in the leg. He fell to the ground bleeding, no big deal. Want to know what happened next? No, you don’t want know what happens next, but I’m going to tell you anyways. I proceeded by grabbing his head, stabbing him six times in the forehead. Then I carved out his left eye, just his left eye, and munched on it, gross. Afterward, I engraved my name on his bloody corpse, just a little messed up right? So yeah the story goes on with me taking his body and tossing it into a fire, but my point is…a knife will tear a pool stick a new one in every way possible…basically.
One day, my two friends and I were playing cards on a fine summer afternoon. One of my friends said, “If you were in a fight, would you choose a knife or a poolstick?” My one friend said a knife because you can instantly kill the opponent with one jab. My other friend said a poolstick because you can hurt the opponent without getting too close to them. This discussion grew into a huge argument. They started yelling and arguing like little school girls and it was driving me insane. After a half an hour of fighting, they both looked at me and asked, “Who do you think would win?” I was so fed up that I took out my gun and shot them both point blank in the face and said, “I win”.
When someone says the word pool stick the vision of a long narrow wood stick comes to mind. Usually this tool is quite handy for shooting balls into pockets during a leisurely game of pool with friends. While it is rare, there may be a night when your pool opponent becomes your archenemy in a life-threatening brawl. Without notice your friend (now opponent) runs to the kitchen for a knife leaving you to look around the room for a weapon of choice. Ahh ha! A pool stick! It's sturdy to overcome their weak knife slashes yet long enough to give you some distance. Unfortunately, all your knowledge of self-defense comes from the movies Kung Fu panda and the Karate Kid. Therefore your technique is not the greatest, but the trusty pool stick stands strong in the battle. After a few long minutes of fighting this late night pointless battle you have your opponent cornered with your pool stick resting on his adam’s apple. With one thrust on your part he could be goner. Before you have the chance to win this brawl once and for all your opponent falls asleep in mid sentence. I guess the true winner will never be known, but I think its safe to say the pool stick would have clearly won.
If I were in a fight, I would choose a pool stick all the way. It can be used in multiple and different ways, giving defense and strength. A person wont put too much damage on the opponent, so it will be very useful for self defense and to beat the heck of him or her. A pool stick is long and sturdy, and can be used from far distances, while a knife is short and just goes straight to the point---no fun in that! A pool stick is great! Hit the opponent on the head, he or her will get the point like that. A knife would be over the top because that person would get really hurt and even worse---killed. A knife can even make matters worse, by hurting the person thats trying to whack at the opponent.
On the streets of Anger Ave, two men of equal strength are caught in a pickle. They are fighting about nothing of substance, but fighting nonetheless. The begin to draw a crowd of other angry people storming down Anger Ave. These bystander s began to build bleachers on the side of the road to watch this dispute between the two angry men. When the fight begins to spiral out of control, one man grabs a freshly sharpened knife from the convenient knife store located conveniently to the left of the scene of the fight. The other furious man sprints into a local restaurant and retrieves a brand new pool stick right out of an eight year old boy’s hand. When they both return, the fight begins, people cheering and taking sides as to who will win this vicious brawl. The knife man lunges forward in a failed attempt to stab the pool stick man. The pool stick man spins five hundred miles per hour, extending the pool stick just far enough out to hit the knife man right in the stomach. The knife man stands back up and, once again, attempts to stab the pool stick man. However, the pool stick man whacks the other man’s arm causing the knife to rocket into the air, leaving him unarmed. Needless to say, the pool stick man was awarded the battle crown.
If I were in a fight, with an opponent of equal strength, I would choose a well-chalked pool stick over a freshly sharpened knife. I know this sounds crazy, but those pool sticks do work. With a range of 6-8 feet and quickness comparable to William Henry Harrison’s stay in the White House, the pool stick is the best option. Yeah, getting stabbed wouldn’t be too fun, but with a pool stick blow to the head, the ball would soon be in your hands, kind of like when Jake Delhomme tries to throw a slant. Besides, it would be way better to tell your crew of bros that you beat some goon up with a pool stick rather that just saying, “O yea, I stabbed some guy, no big deal”. If Marius Pujanauski were to give some courses in pool stick defense, I doubt a ninja could take me down with that sharpened piece of metal. Now that this question has been raised, I plan on doing some hustling at the pool halls this weekend, just to learn a thing or two about pool stick combat. Knifes don’t scare people, pool sticks do.
Fists clenched, palms sweaty-- my poolstick almost slipping from my fingers tips. I look up all around and am almost deafened by the shrieking and cheering of the crowd. The Billiards Stadium is sold-out, all 30,000 seats. If that already wasn't enough pressure, I look across the red, rough felt field (a giant pool table hence the name Billiards Stadium) to get a glimpse of my opponent. Neil (no last name, like Madonna), was short, but stocky, and was a walking, talking, breathing muscle. Me, being a 5'2" scronny female, would appear to be no match to this guy; but what they do not know is that i have been an underground poolstick fighter champion for 5 years runing. Neil, sharpening his knife, could not stop smiling for he thought this was no contest; boy was he misunderstood. The whistle blew, and the battle began. Neil came running full speed ahead at me while I just sat and waited for his first move. He went straight for the heart, but that was hardly a problem for me. Although we may not be of equal strength (which is uncommon for these types of fights), we were of equal passion. The winner won a million dollars and the loser, won death. I whipped out my pool stick and with a flick of a stick easily tossed the knife out of Neil's grasp, and he was all mine. It was all over. one gab and he was gone. The crowd cheered for what seemed like hours and I basked in my glory. I'm taking my money and going straight to the hall tonight. Ignorance is bliss-- a knife is a miss.
In a fight between two people of equal strength, a person with a knife would win over a person with a pool stick. A bar fight breaks out and one man wields a hunting knife and his opponent grabs the first weapon in sight: a pool stick. A pool stick is made of wood and is not very strong; the pool stick would break easily if it was used to strike someone while a knife is a dangerous weapon that can be very intimidating. Coming at the man with a pool stick, the man with a knife can stab or scratch his opponent while the pool stick can merely be used for weak defense. Hopefully by this point people would help break up the fight before the man with the knife got too carried away and anyone got seriously hurt. The man using a pool stick would realize he was completely foolish to think he could fight off a man with a knife while the man with a knife would vow never to drink heavily while carrying his knife in his pocket. The fight would end quickly because it was so completely stupid.
What happens when an unstoppable force hits an immoveable object? This age old question can only be answered in mortal kombat. In one corner we have Mustafa the albino squirrel wielding a knife; he is under the opinion that the knife representing the immoveable object will overcome anything. Now in the other corner is Chukky the made-fun-of-left-out-squirrel-for-having-a-lot-of-baby-fat-as-a-kid squirrel. He is sporting a pool stick and willing to give his life to win this debate. Refereeing this match-up is Mickey Mouse who can only call the end of the fight if one squirrel stops breathing. This fight begins with extremely vulgar squeaking between the two. Chukky charges, Mustafa holding his ground, and twirls the pool stick and hits Mustafa at the temple. Recovering, Mustafa takes and lunge at Chukky but is greeted with the butt end of the stick. Then, quicker than a flash, Mustafa lashes out and cuts off Chukky’s tail. Infuriated, Chukky breaks his pool stick in two, now having to shorter spears in each hand and impales Mustafa through the gut spewing blood everywhere. Before Chukky can land the killing blow however, Mustafa pulls out the stick and hurls it threw Chukky’s leg. Mustafa rushes in for the killer blow and sticks the knife into the jugular. Chukky wasn’t finished though and simultaneously sticks the other stick through Mustafa’s neck. Mickey Mouse ends the fight because both combatants are dead. Mickey, happy that there were no other witnesses, skips off back to his castle in Disney World with the knowledge that just as there never will be an answer to an unstoppable force hitting an immoveable, so too the world will never know the outcome of a pool stick versus a knife.